The exact date of your fateful encounter was a blur in your mind. But Todoroki recalls it well.

His slim tail gently swayed and flicked against the soft fabric of your bedsheets, his curled position beside your lap calm within the serene atmosphere the safety your room provided him with.

It was about six years ago.

The sky had been shrouded with dark grey clouds thatd light up with bright flashes of thunder that kept him on his paws, high alert and ears twitching in pain with every sharp cry of the weather above.

Rain pattered along the makeshift home he had tugged over himself as shelter from the inevitable downpour. It truly was a hopeless situation as someone who had decided to scamper away from his cursed household so young.

He was only a kitten, but he truly believed to this day that it was the right decision.

How could he not? When that curious face of a ten year old peeked nosily into the box that had been clawed up and folded in all of the wrong places, large eyes staring back into his emotionless ones.

There wasn't a single peep from either of them as he remained as still as his body would allow.

But not a moment after, his half hot, half cold, and drenched, fur covered body had been lifted into the warm hands of a child who looked like they wanted to save the entire world with their bare hands if they could.

Raising his resting face from his forepaws, Todoroki shifted his small head to eye his newfound owner, phone in hand and eyes focused on whatever was going on in that small screen.

Perhaps it is still to soon to enlighten them of the truth. He thought, head tilting downwards to glare at his frosty white paw. And then the other which bore a crimson red shade hue of fur.

He missed his hands.

And most of all.

He missed soba.

..Oh well.

As he rested his chin back into the fur of his legs, he let one eye fall shut. The rest of his unexpressive face stoic.

He'd just have to continue keeping an eye on you in this form.